#your fave eats drywall

[yourfaveeatsdrywall]

the valley twins from sky: cotl

THE TWIN VALLEY ELDERS from SKY: CHILDREN OF THE LIGHT eat drywall!

[4444pi]

Amojy is

Theres probably an amount of health benefits to eating drywall. Honestly anything to get me through the day. Sure, my mom offered my some eggs for breakfast, but drywall just has a taste that’s unparalleled in nature. Seriously, I can’t fathom how many people would thrive if they’re just ate even a CHUNK of drywall each day. And don’t even get me started on the taste. It’s delectable, crispy outside. The dusty, powdery outside. Those texture combinations are heaven to an expert drywall eater such as myself. Drywall is just so delicious I can’t contain myself around it. The aroma is so inviting that I find myself munching on a piece subconsciously!

Tl;dr drywall tastes good.

[your-fave-is-just-a-lil-guy]

grian, scar, and mumbo jumbo from hermitcraft are all just little guys

Grian, Mumbojumbo and Goodtimeswithscar from Hermitcraft are just little guys!

[spaciebabie]

good morning im still fucking deranged. sorry. feel free to ignore this if its too much

im thinking about springtrap being so blissed out he becomes really giggly and shameless, just agreeing with anything you say and asking for more and pleading with you every time you stop for a second, either to give your hands a break or just to tease him. and this is so far from how he normally tries to present himself that it's both kind of amusing and endearing, and EXTREMELY satisfying to bring him to that point, to think that YOU are doing that to him, YOU are reducing the big scary monster to a melty giggling puddle. rgrhhagrhgashDGGERRHFHDGRRRRGRGRRRRRRRRRR IM GOING TO START BARKING

do not even get me started on the springlocks. it's about the closeness. the intimacy. the psychological aspect of getting pleasure out of the thing that killed you. it's about the DANGER, yanking your hands away before they snap closed and savoring his reaction. it's about the sensation being so much and hurting a little bit but feeling so good. it's about letting someone do that to you. it's about trusting them with that. i have this specific scrap of dialogue that is running CIRCLES in my head rn of him saying "it hurts..." in this dazed tone and replying with "do you want me to stop?" and he goes "...no" and then i rock his fucking world. DO YOU SEE MY VISION

wow who said all that aha must have been a gnome

you and me bro......we shaking hands cuz holy SHIT YOU GET IT YOU FUCKING GET IT. BIUG SCARY MONSTER DUDE REDUCED TA JUST A WRITHING GIGGLY PILE OF PLEASURE OH MY GODDD YOU GET IT YOU UNDERSTAND

[hella1975]

hey hella here's my ethel cain commentary, songs in no particular order it's just my faves I had thoughts on. also my favorite song is strangers and my favorite album was preacher's daughter

a house in nebraska: love this one, the yearning is insane, don't know why bbgirl picked nebraska though. you could pick a state anywhere in the midwest and you pick nebraska? like I get it's for the Vibes but was there no other state that properly captured the Vibes? also it could just be the brainrot talking but this song is sooo [REDACTED] (the "house in nebraska" being the [REDACTED] ofc)

sun bleached flies: "god loves you, but not enough to save you." god loves you, but not enough to save you. god loves you, but not enough to save you. god loves you, but NOT ENOUGH TO SAVE YOU. GOD LOVES YOU, BUT NOT ENOUGH TO- anyway. ethel cain unrelease this. ethel cain put this thing back where it came from or so help me

western nights: I just really like this one. it's a really pretty song. until you look up the lyrics. naturally.

american teenager: "I don't need anything from anyone, It's just NOT MY YEAR, BUT I'M ALL GOOD OUT HERE! SAY WHAT YOU WANT, BUT SAY IT LIKE YOU MEAN IT WITH YOUR FISTS FOR ONCE!!!" love this song love this song love this song

hard times: this one is so heartbreaking, I hear this and my mood takes an instant cliff dive. it's almost as bad for my mental state as your saddest great achievement by lucy eaton. I don't even have daddy issues. also the thing you said about this apparently being about sa makes this so much worse when I listen to it and instinctively go "oh this is so [blorbo with daddy issues]" and then I remember it's about sa and I feel uncomfortable and I'm like "oh it's not THAT serious for the blorbo though ://" it sounds very general though so it'll probably still make it onto blorbo playlists

inbred: you were so right about this song using lyricism most artists would shy away from, "pissing on the stove to put it out" "sucking on the back of his leg to stay warm" "touch me till i vomit" this is such a Gross song (affectionate) I love this one so much

head in a wall: something about the guitar chords in this one appeals to me so much. it feels familiar? classic? idk but I like it

golden age: all I have to say is miss cain maybe should take this one back too methinks

crush: "LOW SLUNG BAD BITCH BABY COME AND GET YOU SOME" this slaps. no notes.

strangers: "I tried to be good, am I no good? am I no good? am I no good? with my memory restricted to a polaroid in evidence, I just wanted to be yours, can I be yours? can I be yours? just tell me I'm yours, if I'm turning in your stomach and I'm making you feel sick" :(((( I am obsessed with this one it's so everything to me, it makes me insane. especially the cannibalism part bc I love weird shit in songs (also I think I have a slight fascination with cannibalism and I think it's bc I read a book about the donner party at 12) also there's something about how the lyrics at the end are listed as "mama just know that I love you (I do)" but no matter what I try to hear it sounds like she's saying "mama just know that I love you (and I lied to you)" but anyway the way she's being devoured by her lover? the mommy issues? the winn dixie name drop? she went off with this one

ptolmaea: I love this song it's so distressing. I need more Evil Music that is an Actively Harmful Listening Experience. very cathartic. however, I listen to music when just like. doing dishes and shit. I can't have my hands in dirty dishwater and be hearing "make it stop make it stop make it stop stop stop stop stop stop STOP AAAAAAHHHHH" however, it probably would be good to listen to when I'm sitting in my hammock in the woods, if I wanted to feel like I was in a found footage horror movie

family tree (intro): "jesus can always reject his father, but he can not escape his mother's blood" "swinging by my neck from the family tree" I'm so. I'm sooo. I'm eating drywall. I'm gonna stick my hand in a wood chipper. I'm gonna shove my head in the dirt. what the fuck. I love when people interpret jesus as a complicated figure. I don't fuck with christianity but from a narrative and artistic standpoint there is. so much. also you bringing [REDACTED] into this makes me feel so mentally ill

also I wrote all of this before looking up the lyrics on genius and shit got twice as interesting for the preacher's daughter album when I looked it up. what the fuck. I love narratives

real ones know that this ask and the journey it went on entitles rori to every horrible mean thing she says to me. i deserve it

[stars-and-loops]

you know those blogs where it’s like ‘your fave eats drywall!’ or ‘your fave gets blended!’ that but it’s putting random fictional characters into png’s of trebuchets

i think bean likes trebuchets

[heavensmortuary]

1. What do you necessarily look for in a horror movie (your taste is all over the damn place😭)

2. What’s your ASD-hyper-fixation movie atm?

1. LMAO yea honestly it depends. I just like anything with a really good story, and if the story sucks but it’s silly enough to be fun (not too profane or hyper-violent) I’ll probably like it 😭. it’s an instant fave in my book if characters are compelling, it has meaning, and it’s not violent for the sake of being violent (surprisingly uncommon)

2. Oh man oh man I’m crazy about The Silence of The Lambs, Pacific Rim, and Dracula 1931 at the moment. not a movie but Twin Peaks as well (unless you count Fire Walk With Me). they’re all battling for brain space at the moment and honestly it’s overwhelming 💀 ✌️ they all make me wanna eat drywall

[naromoreau]

One last prayer

A.N: So I started writing this last year as a present for @minilev who is one of my fave Sharky lovers and has given the fandom SO much! Thank you so much, Anna, baby and have this fic of Dep Callahan and Sharky.

—–

Callahan’s arm sways, carrying the heavy blunt of her steel baseball bat, and the peggie’s skull cracks. A dry, sharp sound, mingling with whines and dead gurgles of throats she just split open. Somewhere at her right there’s a gruff, some indistinct noise that almost sounds like her name. She grabs her pistol, unloading the barrel on the mayonnaise shirt of a hollering peggie who stumbles forward, hands trying to clasp her, and she sees death crawling on his iris before he faceplants on the ground. 

There’s a hoard of screeching voices in her head, noises she has learnt to quash down, but they always manage to shatter her nerves a little. Not that it matters anymore. She’s a killer and this is what she does. There’s no escape from that. 

So she swallows bile, watching the pale rays of a dawn she always expect to never come, and tumbles when frantic hands pull at her cargo pants. 

“–sinner– filthy–,” the peggie says, choking on his own blood, with ghastly conviction, “you’r– killer, –Father – have no mercy.”

Dying words. They never matter. But within her something snaps. 

“I’m not asking for it,” she grouses and her shotgun seals the deal. 

Upclose. It’s a nightmare in red.

“Woah, woah there shorty–” 

Her finger is stuck on the trigger, and her breath is coming in stuttered gasps. She feels Sharky’s big frame pressing behind her, a hand extended over her shoulder, to lower the smoking barrel of her gun. 

“You okay, Dep?” He asks, in a way that implies he believes she’s not. 

A tinge of worry grates on his voice as he leans slightly in front of her, taking a ragged cloth from his back pocket and trying to clean the unsanitary crimson smudges of her face, a rough, calloused hand cupping her chin. 

“Yeah– I just–” She sighs and stalls, because she doesn’t know how to explain it, how it burns her inside. “I’m not what he says,” she finally blurts out. 

Callahan sweeps grime, sweat and blood off her forehead with the heel of her hand and prays Sharky didn’t quite get the pleading underlying lilt in her words. 

But if he did, he doesn’t show it. “Don’t sweat it, dude, those peggies? Fuckin’ psychos, that’s what they are, but uh– I think you need a break, po-po. You gotta eat something.”

He’s a paltry couple of inches away from her, and Callahan sees the concern in the heavy frown he’s sporting, his gaze probably taking in her red-rimmed eyes, and the tufts of blood-crusted hair. She wonders if he can see the panic flickering on her eyes– And suddenly she feels like hiding, like scrambling away from his grasp because she feels like shit, and she looks like shit, and at some point Sharky is going to realize that. Her stomach rolls over at the thought, with a stark thunk she can almost hear.

But he pulls her into a tight hug, and she doesn’t want to think about how hard her fingers curl around handfuls of his hoodie, cheek burrowed in his chest until her nose can’t take anything else than sweat, propane and gunsmoke. Slowly, her dismay coils, subsided. 

“It’ll be alright, shorty, I got you.”

—–

“Can I use your shower?” She’s feeling the stomach-churning smell of death burning her nose, sticking to her clothes, which are going directly to the trash bin.

“Uh, sure, just- just don’t drink it. Bliss in the pumps, y’know.” He shrugs.

The water is not too cold, after all it’s mid-july and the sun is scorching high above. She hears Sharky fumbling in the kitchen and his words waft, dampened by five inches of drywall.

“How about some bacon and eggs, and uh, beers? What ya say shorty?”

“Sounds fine,” she yells over the hard splash of water. She scrubs a little too hard, a little too rough, until her skin is just a scour away of being raw.

Honestly, Callahan doesn’t want to give a second thought to the whirling shit in her head, or the fact she’s dwindling Hope County’s population in very indictable ways.

She just wants to sink and let herself marinate in something good for once.

“All ready, chica! Bacon is all crispy and– oh shit, shit– yeah, eggs are hot.”

Something good like Sharky. Callahan ponders what seems like an askew path and bites her lip, but she doesn’t have the heart to drag him down to that specific level of hell she feels like visiting every day. It ain’t fair.

So she sighs and wraps herself in a threadbare green towel, too small for her liking.

“Smells nice.” Her stomach grumbles already committed to devour whatever will appear in front. “Damn, Shark, didn’t know you could cook.”

“Oh, this is nothin’” Sharky answers with his back turned, arranging plates and forks over the counter, “you gotta try my casserole, man, I make a killer casse–”

He spins. She sees him faltering, eyes sliding down at a torturously slow pace over every inch of skin she’s showing and his jaw falls, slack. The heavy hitch in his movements is painfully evident as he takes a small pace forward.

Callahan’s skin prickles under his gaze and the way his eyes linger at the hidden apex of her thighs make heat pool in her sex, irradiating in belching waves all over her. It’s not as if he hadn’t seen her bits, more often than not to patch her up in the roaring distress of battle, diving under flitting bullets. But not like this. Never like this.

Her fingers clasp the towel, and she shuffles two shy paces forward, trying to flash him a coy smile. His cheeks are red and his throat bobs as he swallows, finally fixing wide open eyes on hers.

“You uh, you need some clothes,” he says, breathless. Sharky clears his throat and fastens his stare to her face, something that makes her heart flutter. He’s trying to be proper, trying to be a friend, when the only thing she wants right now is to toss that tilt-a-whirl of anxiety over the window and seize the moment.

“Do I?”

“Are ya– are you messing with me?”

A small flare of doubts spark in her, but unwanted images flicker in her eyelids, like a film she refuses to watch. Hopes wane and she needs this. Needs him. Callahan closes the distance and gives him a chaste kiss.

For a moment he seems to lose the ability to speak, blinking as a deer caught in the headlights. And then he moves.

He cups her jaw with trembling hands and Rook lets the towel slide down the floor, pressing herself against him, and twinning her arms around his neck. When his mouth meet hers, there’s a jolt hurtling from her toes to her temples, amped a hundred voltages when he glides his tongue across her lips and in, tasting her thoroughly.

“Oh man, oh man, oh man–” he almost warbles between raspy moans when they break apart and Callahan kisses the side of his neck with an intensity she can’t control.

He’s flushed an eager, nipping at where her neck meets her shoulder, hands digging into her soft curves. She allows him to pull her to the couch with fingers that dig into her skin, his erection rubbing against her stomach, making her toes curl in anticipation.

The upholstery whines when he falls over it, Callahan clambered over his lap, and he quickly takes off his hoodie and hat, tossing them to a corner.

“Am I– is this real?” he breathes, giving her the most adoring look she’s ever seen. “C’mon shorty, pinch me, ‘cuz I don’t– I mean…”

“I want you, Shark.” She’s conscious of the demanding tone in her words but she doesn’t care. Apparently neither does him.

A shy smile spreads on his face, as he draws her closer, hands cinching tightly around her waist. “I’m blissed as fuck, am I? ”

He closes his lips around her nipple, sucking and rolling his tongue over it and making her arch in response. She’s soaked, the musk of her arousal closing down on her while he nothing but plays with her peaks, showing her he indeed was good at this. So good at this.

His fingers prod at her cunt, breaching her for him helped by the wetness gathered between her thighs. A breathless moan breaks from her throat, as she feels her walls clenching, ready to take more.  

The harrowing screams and cries seem to subside with every second she dives more and more into him.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he says amidst labored breaths, “but uh, you still sure ‘bout this?”

There’s a glimmer of uncertainty in his blue eyes, and she hurries to muffle them with a hard kiss. “Fuck yes, Shark,” she says, fanning his lips with halted gasps, “you’ve no idea how much I want this.” There’s the pinch of a doubt at the back of her mind, like a cold, dead hand caressing the nape of her neck. Splitting her will in half.

“For-for real?” He stutters, unassuming of her mental ordeal.

His whole face lights up, watching her nod, spilling words she can’t quite catch against her skin.

She tugs at his belt, freeing his erection in record time, ripping broken gasps out of him. Fast enough to not think about why. His hands wander over her body as she finally rises on her knees and takes him in her hand.

“Oh, shit–”

He seems about to faint, his eyes almost crossing as she slowly takes him in. Her bottom lip disappears in her mouth trying to quench the cry that threatens to tear from her throat. He’s long, wonderfully thick, demanding a minute from her to adjust. It’s been perhaps a year since the last time she did this, and even when she’s had her fair share of action, the hot press of his cock is testing her limits. For a minute Callahan lets herself go, pulling at his hair, raking teeth over his neck.

“Fuck, shorty, you feel so good.”

His voice is low pitched, a rasp, hoarse sound that scrapes along her skin. Sharky tilts his head back, and thrusts upwards.

“Shit.” She parts her lips slightly, her head buzzing with overwhelming pleasure as he sinks into her. The drag of his dick feels amazing against her walls, making her want to ride him hard and fast until they have nothing more to give. Until she’s full of him and nothing else. Until the screeches and the sour smell of decay finally disappear. Callahan closes her eyes, making every downstroke scratch on violence.

“Easy, babe, easy.” His words sound like a low grunt, as he steadies her, by the hips. His eyes could scorch her and her gut twist with want and something undefinable. “Don’t– don’t wanna end this too soon.”

But her own peak comes too quick, crashing against every single wall she has. Her thighs quiver, her cunt pulsating and dragging him until he grunts and spills inside her.

There’s so much one can hide in their every day and when Callahan looks at Sharky, pure glint of joy in his eyes, a peaceful smile reeking adoration, her heart stops.

She can’t do this. Whatever this is. Not if not for the right reasons, which are many and spread out for everyone who wants to see it. Yes, yes. She loves him. But he deserves better.

Better than a venom-filled cop, who by now, has more blood in her hands than everyone in the county combined. Someone who isn’t going down the hill with every passing second, and isn’t a step away to be catalogued as a psychopath. And proudly so.

“Shorty? You ‘aight?”

The silence is strained, and Callahan tries her best smile, scurrying away from his lap with a faint “yeah, be right back”. She can feel the pungent smell of decay reeking from the clothes in the trash bin in the bathroom, reminding her that maybe, just maybe, the peggie from before wasn’t mistaken at all.

She is what he said.

Suddenly the air is too scarce, the walls too close, her skin too tight. She dresses in her former discarded clothes all while listening to Sharky pratting about drinking wine and watch something.

She can’t do this.

“…and the second season is even better than the first,” Sharky is saying out of sight. “You ok there?”

Lead bars constrict her heart. “Yeah, give me a sec.”

Silently, just as Peaches hunting, she opens the door of the trailer and runs. It’s better this way, even if Sharky won’t get it.

Unholstering her gun, she makes her way to Eden’s Convent. The turmoil inside her needs to be quashed down, and sometimes that’s something just bullets can do.

[heartmeadows]

2, 26, 29 💌

I’m so glad you asked! :) Thank you! ❤️

2. How many houseplants in your room, and what kinds are they?

I moved nearly all of my plants from my bedroom apart from my Sansevieria zeylanica and ZZ plant because they can handle whatever life throws at them. Life decided that I can’t get rid of fungus gnats completely so I’ve lost some of my babies :( But in my plant room (which is supposed to be my art studio but IT IS A MESS so I let the plants and cats take over) I have the rest of my surviving plants of which I have over 70. Soooo, uhh. I’m not gonna list them all here 😂  You can always check out my plantstagram or search “plants” on my simblr though to see some of them. I’m not active on insta anymore though since I broke my quality phone so I lost all interest in taking photos ‘cause my back-up phone sucks and I can’t get nice close ups with my DSLR’s 50mm lens. Sure wish I’d gone for the 35mm option ‘cause I cannot afford to buy a 400 € lens anymore lmao. ANYWAY I’ll stop rambling now 🌿

26. The film you watched most recently that you could watch again and again 

Last time I watched a movie was like sometime last autumn and it was My Neighbor Totoro so you can probably guess I could and have and will watch it again and again as I will with my whole DVD collection of Studio Ghibli’s films. Apart from their films and a few of my other faves (and shows I’ve watched in the past I enjoyed) I no longer watch anything for reasons nobody cares about so yeah :D

29.  A favourite easy recipe: 5 ingredients or less, or takes less than 30 min to

I used to literally only eat chicken burritos every day until it became very apparent my body cannot handle any amount of gluten and the gluten free tortillas from the store suck (they’re so dry and tasteless they might as well be drywall) and I can’t find any other options in the stores :( But chicken burritos will always be my fave easy recipe and I LOVE easy and fast recipes because I get so anxious about eating. I literally only enjoy eating when I’m stoned

[studyfiller]

i’m about to start my 3rd year of dorm living, so i’d like to think i’m extremely qualified to tell incoming freshmen/future dorm residents how to live their lives! this is the first half of a two part series on advice for living in a dorm: PACKING.

hands down the most important thing to consider when you’re packing is DORMS ARE SMALL. the actual size/layout/quality of freshman dorms varies a ton from school to school (depending on the amount of $port$ ca$h your school gets tbh) but in general, they’re just really darn small. you don’t need that much stuff, because you just won’t be able to fit that much stuff.

i’m not going to give a full packing list because there are already a bajillion of those and you all know what towels are for, but here is a list of some dorm packing do’s and don’ts from experience.

helpful! bring it!

board games/cards - the best way to have a fun night in and make friends. you might be able to borrow games from somewhere, but they will be missing all their pieces, so bring your own to be safe. my personal faves are ticket to ride and hearts. play monopoly if you really wanna get deep in people’s psyches.

an electric kettle - lots of classic dorm convenience foods like tea, oatmeal, and ramen can be made in about 40 seconds with a kettle. i never had one before college and now i will never live without one again.

extra lighting of all kinds - i have 150 feet of string lights, a desk lamp, and a floor lamp that i use instead of literally ever turning on the disgusting fluorescent overheads. it’s so much cozier and less headache inducing.

command hooks - get a million in all sizes and put them everywhere. you probably won’t be allowed to use nails or pins, so use command hooks and strips instead. just be aware that depending on how shoddily constructed your room is, they can take chunks of paint or drywall with them when you take them off.

a fan - you will probably not have any control over your room’s temp. your room will never, ever be the temperature you want it to be. dorms can be surprisingly hot year round, especially in older buildings with weird insulation.

stuff to make your bed comfy - if you splurge on anything for your dorm, it should be your mattress topper. dorm mattresses feel like plywood. also blankets, pillows, etc. you will spend most of your time in/on your bed, so make it cozy!

a corkscrew - wikihow is lying to you, it is unbelievably difficult to open a wine bottle without a corkscrew. the shoe thing does not work.

not helpful! don’t bother!

extra furniture - you will not have room. you will not use it. the furniture that comes with the room is fine. if you have guests they will not sit on your very cute ottoman, they will just sit on your nice comfy school-provided bed.

expensive bedding - when i say you will spend most of your time in bed i mean it. that means eating, drinking, studying, probably brushing your teeth at some point. your bedding will inevitably get all kinds of shit on it, which is fine when it was $30 at target and less fine when it was $300 from anthropologie or wherever.

any decor that can’t be hung up - i mean any. mayyybe bring one or two sentimental trinkets from home, but you will want to reserve the majority of your space for storage. random shit you bought because it’s cute will just turn into unwanted clutter. shelf space is an important commodity and you shouldn’t fill it up with fake succulents or whatever. the one exception i will give you is posters/photos/tapestries/wall stuff that doesn’t eat up space.

stuff with only one purpose - random gadgets like fabric steamers or keurigs just won’t get used as much as you think they will, and they take up space. also a key part of college life is figuring out how to diy stupid and slightly dangerous solutions to everyday problems (you don’t need a keurig for k cups, all you need is a sharp knife and a willingness to pour boiling water on your fingers!)

above all, don’t overthink it! remember that there are stores at school too. it’s better to underpack a little and pick stuff up as you need it than to bring everything you think you might ever need and then have nowhere to put it all.  i live 2000 miles from my school, and i brought two suitcases from home and did not buy anything except sheets until the day before orientation, and i was fine. every dorm (and every student) is different, and you won’t necessarily know what you really need and can fit until you see the space.

stay tuned for the next installment, COMMUNAL LIVING!

[yourfaveeatsdrywall]

Randy jade - dialtown

RANDY JADE from Dialtown eats drywall!

[yourfaveeatsdrywall]

cackling cannoneer from sky: children of the light…

CACKLING CANNONEER from Sky: Children of the Light eats drywall!!

[yourfaveeatsdrywall]

phoenix wright from ace attorney hee hee

PHOENIX WRIGHT from Ace Attorney eats drywall!

[yourfaveeatsdrywall]

yellow guy from don.t hug me i.m scared :•}

YELLOW GUY from DHMIS eats drywall!

[yourfaveeatsdrywall]

ACE DICK from Problem Sleuth eats drywall!

[yourfaveeatsdrywall]

THE KNIGHT from Hollow Knight eats drywall!